176: Chapter 176 The Empress Goes to School? Transferring to Her Sister's Class

Tianhai City No. 1 Elite High School, Principal's Office.

The air conditioning was set to twenty-two degrees, yet Principal Wang, with his Mediterranean hairstyle, had cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall.

He clutched a handkerchief, continuously wiping his shiny head, his waist bent like a cooked prawn.

"Consultant Jiang... please, have some tea."

Principal Wang placed a cup of top-grade Dahongpao tea respectfully on the coffee table, not daring to glance around.

Sitting opposite him, Jiang Chen crossed his legs and looked completely at ease.

Beside Jiang Chen, that stunning girl in a JK uniform with black long straight... no, silver long straight hair, was coldly surveying this luxurious office with the gaze of someone inspecting a "prisoner-of-war camp."

"Is this what you call... a school?"

Jiang Wanqiu reached out a finger, traced it across the leather sofa, and a hint of disdain seeped into her tone:

"The defensive capability is zero, and the security lookout is merely for show. If this were in the Wasteland, a place like this would be overrun by a swarm of mutant rats in three minutes."

"Ahem!"

Jiang Chen coughed twice, quickly pressing down the Empress who was about to continue her "military assessment," and then turned to look at Principal Wang, flashing a nuclear-friendly smile:

"Principal Wang, don't mind her."

"My cousin... well, she just returned from abroad. That place is quite chaotic, so she's a bit high-strung and speaks a bit bluntly."

"Understood! Completely understood!"

Principal Wang nodded like he was pounding garlic.

Just kidding.

Yesterday, Commander Qin personally called and said a "special talent" was coming to transfer and experience life, and that he must cooperate without asking questions.

Add to that the fact that the Consultant Jiang before him held a "license to kill," and forget about his cousin speaking bluntly—even if she demolished the principal's office right now, Principal Wang would have to smile and hand her a hammer.

"Consultant Jiang, the paperwork is all done."

Principal Wang took out an admission notice and said cautiously:

"Senior Year (1), that's the best class in our school, and your sister, Jiang Qianqian, is also in that class. What do you think... is this arrangement acceptable?"

"Perfect, absolutely perfect."

Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.

Putting these two together would not only give Jiang Wanqiu a companion but also allow her to protect Qianqian at close range. It was simply perfect.

"Wanqiu, remember this."

Jiang Chen stood up, helped Jiang Wanqiu straighten the bow tie on her collar, and earnestly exhorted:

"We are here to go to school, not to fight a war."

"Don't draw your blade at every little thing, and don't think about blowing up the school at every turn. You must convince people with reason, understand?"

Jiang Wanqiu frowned. Although she felt these rules were a bit suffocating, she still nodded obediently:

"Understood, Father God."

"As long as no one seeks death, I will not kill."

Principal Wang: "..."

He felt his calves starting to cramp again.

...

Senior Year (1).

As the elite class of an elite school, the atmosphere here, while not as dead and stagnant as a regular high school, was still filled with the tension of preparing for the college entrance exam.

"Quiet down!"

The homeroom teacher, Old Liu, walked into the classroom, tapped the blackboard, and wore a mysterious smile: "Today, we have a new classmate transferring into our class."

The students below didn't have much of a reaction.

In this school, transfer students were common; most were just rich second-generation kids with money to burn, or people coming to gild their resumes, so they were long since used to it.

Jiang Qianqian, sitting in the back row by the window, was biting her pen and struggling with a math problem, not even lifting her head.

"Come on in."

Old Liu gestured toward the door.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A crisp, rhythmic sound of small leather shoes rang out.

The classroom door was pushed open.

The moment that figure walked in.

The somewhat noisy classroom was instantly silenced, as if someone had pressed the mute button.

Sunlight streamed through the window, shining right on Jiang Wanqiu.

That head of long silver hair was like flowing moonlight, and those ruby-like eyes were cold and profound. Wearing that ordinary JK uniform, she somehow radiated the aura of a queen reigning over the world.

Beautiful.

Aggressively beautiful.

The breathing of all the boys in the class stopped, while the girls' eyes were filled with amazement and jealousy.

Jiang Wanqiu paid no mind to those gazes, which looked as if they had never seen the world before.

She walked straight to the podium and picked up a piece of chalk.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Three vigorous, powerful characters, exuding an air of slaughter, appeared on the blackboard.

【Jiang Wanqiu】

She tossed the chalk away, and it landed precisely in the chalk box five meters away.

She turned around, placed her hands on the podium, and leaned forward slightly. Her red eyes slowly swept across everyone in the room. The students who met her gaze felt a chill down their spines and subconsciously wanted to lower their heads and submit.

"My name is Jiang Wanqiu."

Her voice was not loud, but it was as cold and clear as the wind on an ice field:

"I don't like small talk, and I don't like making friends."

"I came here for only one thing."

As she spoke.

She raised her hand and pointed to Jiang Qianqian, who was sitting in the back row, looking completely bewildered and not yet understanding the situation:

"That person, Jiang Qianqian."

"She is my... key protection target."

Jiang Wanqiu scanned the room again. This time, there was an undisguised warning and murderous intent in the depths of her eyes:

"From today on."

"Whoever dares to bully her, or makes her shed a single tear."

"That person will be my enemy."

"If you don't believe me, feel free to try."

"Crack."

Her fingers, resting on the edge of the podium, exerted a slight force.

A corner of that solid wood podium was actually snapped off by her.

Dead silence.

Absolute dead silence.

The lesson plan in homeroom teacher Old Liu's hand dropped to the floor.

The whole class looked at each other, one by one, silent as cicadas in winter.

This is... too domineering, right?!

This isn't a transfer student?

This is clearly a big sister from the underworld coming to inspect her turf!

And... why does this silver-haired, red-eyed young lady look a bit familiar? Is she that fierce person from yesterday's trending search who kicked a cash transport truck flying?

"Ahem!"

Old Liu, having seen his fair share of storms, quickly coughed twice to ease the awkwardness. "Uh... Student Jiang has a very strong personality. Everyone should care for each other... well, you can just... find an empty seat and sit down."

Jiang Wanqiu didn't hear a word he said.

She walked straight off the podium, ignored the longing gazes of the boys on both sides, and walked to the last row without looking aside.

There, Jiang Qianqian was sitting with her mouth agape, staring blankly at this beautiful girl with an aura of 2.8 meters walking toward her.

"You..."

Jiang Qianqian swallowed, feeling like her brain couldn't process this.

Who is this?

So arrogant?

And she singled me out for protection?

Could it be... a female bodyguard my brother hired for me?

"Move."

Jiang Wanqiu walked up to Jiang Qianqian's deskmate—a chubby boy wearing glasses—and flatly spat out the word.

The chubby boy shivered all over, feeling the pressure from the top of the biological food chain.

He didn't even dare to pack his bag; he grabbed his books and bolted to an empty seat in front, as agile as a rabbit.

Jiang Wanqiu nodded with satisfaction, pulled out the chair, and sat down gracefully.

Then.

She turned her head and looked at the little sister-in-law beside her who was still stunned. The face that was cold as ice and frost suddenly melted, revealing an extremely rare, even somewhat ingratiating, sweet smile.

"Hello there."

She took out a box of "snacks" from her bag that she had brought from the Wasteland—exquisitely packaged, but actually compressed rations—and stuffed them into Qianqian's hands:

"Nice to meet you."

"I am your brother's... um, friend."

"From now on at school, I'll cover you."

Jiang Qianqian held the heavy box of snacks, looking at this silver-haired beauty who was a female demon a second ago and now a neighbor's big sister.

Remembering her domineering declaration on the podium just moments ago.

The "female bodyguard" theory in her mind instantly wavered.

This temperament...

This appearance...

And this inexplicable possessiveness toward my brother...

"Um..."

Jiang Qianqian blinked her large eyes, leaned in a little closer, and asked cautiously:

"Big sister, you're so domineering..."

"You wouldn't happen to be... the sister-in-law my brother found for me, would you?"